| I hate valentines day |
[Feb. 14th, 2007|11:54 pm] |
Well ladies and germs it's that time of the season again.
yup...
thats right....
It's Valentines day, and i don't think i've properly conveyed my dislike of this holiday in the past, or if i have maybe i havn't conveyed it strongly enough. V-day is nothing but a holiday invented by greeting card companies along with their co-conspirators (the federal government) to make people like yours truely feel like crap. And not just any type of normal crap, i'm talking about 100% full fledged, free range, corn fed , USDA approved BULL SHIT. It's simply there to remind me of the fact that i'm alone, i have no prospects, and my future love life is bleak without any hope for change. And I've found that any light at the end of any tunnel is just a freight train headed my way. Thanks guys I really needed your help to hate my life a little bit more. I need to see all those pretentious pricks and their ho-bag bubbly girlfriends get flaunted in front of me, while they all appear to be so happy. I need to be reminded as to what i don't have, and at this point don't have any prospects of hope. Thanks man, really 'preciate it, no you know what? Fuck you, and fuck this
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[Oct. 24th, 2006|05:06 pm] |
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Header
Body
Conclusion
Salutations
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| I guess this makes me an alcoholic |
[Oct. 16th, 2006|10:24 pm] |
Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you've got;
Taking a break from all your worries
Sure would help a lot.
Wouldn't you like to get away?
All those night when you've got no lights,
The check is in the mail;
And your little angel
Hung the cat up by it's tail;
And your third fiance didn't show;
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
You want to be where you can see,
Our troubles are all the same;
You want to be where everybody knows your name.
Roll out of bed, Mr. Coffee's dead;
The morning's looking bright;
And your shrink ran off to Europe,
And didn't even write;
And your husband wants to be a girl;
Be glad there's one place in the world
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
You want to go where people know,
People are all the same;
You want to go where everybody knows your name.
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came; |
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| Public Service announcement |
[Oct. 2nd, 2006|01:47 am] |
I came out the other side alive and well (sort of)
Even though I have a splitting headache, extreme dehydration, and a number of bruises and Traffic signs that I don't remember acquireing. I successfully completed my 20th birthday.
The more you know
*star* |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 25th, 2006|01:36 am] |
Well in exactly 5 days i will officially be twenty years old. It's kind of a shitty age to be, you're too old for teenage cajoling and silly shenaniganz©, but yet too young to legally consume alcohol in large quantities.
No plans are made yet. All the brothers are going to be out of town for jarods birthday (there is an open bar)... i'm still pissed that i'm not invited fyi... someones gonna die. I have an employee meeting on the 30th at 6A.M. but i'm planning on just not going. If they suspend me for five days thats fine, It'll carry through to the end of my 2 weeks notice and i'll have a week vacation before i start at cinco's.
The plan at the moment is to get drunk in my apartment... by myself... and maybe watch some robocop. Ya know the really gorey directors cut where you see Officer Murphey's arm get blow off with a 12 gauge? Yeah...
...just gotta keep my chin up, everything seems to go in cycles. My life goes good for a few months and then seems to go to crap just as quickly, but it always seems to comes back.
Heres a quick summery of the past 6 months since i've been too lazy/busy to update.
-Got a major promotion
-Met a girl
-got a Raise
-Got credit for reinnovationg and controling alcohol inventory system
-Wrecked my Car
-Started hating my boss
-New Alcohol inventory system was scrapped by employer due to apathy
-Girl dies in tragic blimp accident over the superbowl... (actually she went on vacation and never called me again)
-Got quit/fired
-Started Working at publix
-Realized my life was in a downward spiral. I was almost 20 years old, working at 40 hours a week at a grocery store, single, and too poor to buy a pot to piss in.
-Drank 2 cases of beer in a 24 hour period
-Got hired at Cinco Mexican Cantina
-Quit Publix
-Hazed Pledges |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 6th, 2006|08:48 pm] |
So me and slack were working at publix today... and when the two of us work together only bad things happen.
He told lauren that when the black guy mugged me the first words out of my mouth were "I don't care which hole you use just don't come in the back door", so i told everyone that slack was fat.
Oh year and we gave Ernie (the kid with one lung) a new nickname... Wheezy... isn't that great!?
That was my day |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 13th, 2006|08:11 pm] |
Ok well i got some very bueno news for all you kids out there. I have officially put my two weeks in at oughtabee's... or should be call it couldabeen's. With all the bills forming in a big pile on The Fat Bearded on'es doorstep, and a lack of revenue pouring in to cover them, it's become very clear to me that the place is doomed to go out of business.
We owe:
Publix: $6,000
Ecolab Chemicals: $2,400
Georgia Power: $1,600
Georgia Natural Gas: $4,500
The Inscurance company: $2,500
Oh yeah, and there is the fact that i hate the bearded one's guts. The only thing that keeps me going every day is the hope that he will be raped to death in prison.
So it look like i'm going to work for Publix in the customer service department. Big Daddy... I mean David Sloan is my new boss... Jon Slack is my co-worker. The Latter part is cool, but the jury is still out on Sloan... Wish me luck kids. |
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[Aug. 5th, 2006|09:30 am] |
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well kids i'm moving into the new apartment today. In just a few hour i'll officially be moved out of my parents house for good. never to return. I already have the next two days planned, they will be spent in a drunkin stupor given that the housewarming party is tonight ( Hoffman and i agreed that there were to be no large parties at the new place, but 30+ people somehow got invited anyway). There will be no lack of booze, so if anyone else wants to come join in on the drunkin stupor gimmie a call.
oh yeah heres my new mailing address
1833 Hemingway Lane
Roswell, GA 30075 |
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| What if? |
[Aug. 4th, 2006|01:10 am] |
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| |  exhausted | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Coldplay | ] |
What if there was no light
Nothing wrong, nothing right.
What if there was no time?
And no reason or rhyme?
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side.
That you don't want me there in your life.
What if I got it wrong?
And no poem or song..
Could put right what I got wrong,
Or make you feel I belong
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side
That you don't want me there in your life.
Oooooh, that's right
Let's take a breath, jump over the side
Oooooh, that's right
How can you know it if you don't even try?
Oooooh, that's right
Every step that you take
Could be your biggest mistake
It could bend or it could break
But that's the risk that you take
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there in your life.
That you don't want me there by your side.
Oooooh, that's right
Let's take a breath, jump over the side.
Oooooh, that's right
How can you know it when you don't even try?
Oooooh, that's right
Oooooh, that's right
Let's take a breath, try to hold it inside
Oooooh, that's right
You know that darkness always turns into light |
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[Aug. 1st, 2006|01:21 am] |
Dear God I hate that fat Bearded Bastard.
Just fire me and let me go on with my life.
On the brighter side me and Hoffman signed a lease on our new place... and i must say... ITS ROCKIN. |
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[Jul. 16th, 2006|12:49 am] |
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i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job i hate my job.
It's not the people so much oh no... no no no. Its that fat bastard that calls himself the owner that makes me hate it so. He's just such a miserable person and pathetic excuse for a human being that he has to blame all the mishaps or occurences of misfortune happening at the store on someone else. Apparently it's MY fault that business has gone down. OH WELL I'M SORRY RANDY! I'M FUCKIN SORRY that I don't posses a magical power like Folger's coffee to make people get up in the morning and say "Hot Damn, lets go to that fuckin piece of shit hole in the wall restaurant and get a fuckin Salmon Sandwich or something".
I manage food and labor costs. I take inventory TWICE A GOD DAMN WEEK and keep every customer that comes in so fuckin happy they're whistling zippidy-do-da out of their assholes. The Problem lies with a LACK OF MARKETING and a MISJUDGEMENT of your CUSTOMER BASE. Do you know what these large "technical" terms are asshole? Do you know what a clientele is?
Right now Randy's sitting in his large house resting his gargantuan cranium upon his rather large pillow. I hope he gets a one way all expense paid ticket on the express elevator to hell.
I'm putting in my two weeks. |
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| 90's alternative moment |
[Jun. 17th, 2006|12:28 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Misery- Soul Asylum | ] |
They say misery loves company
We could start a company
And make misery, Frustrated Incorporated
I know just what you need
I might just have the thing
I know what you'd pay to see
Put me out of my misery
I'd do it for you, Would you do it for me?
We will always be busy, making misery
We could build a factory, and make misery
We'll create the cure, we made the disease
Frustrated Incorporated, Frustrated Incorporated
I know just what you need
I might just have the thing
I know what you'd pay to feel
Put me out of my misery
Suicide kings and drama queens
Forever after happily making misery
Did you satisfy your greed, get what you need
Was it only envy, so empty
Frustrated incorporated...
I'd do it for you, would you do it for me? |
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[Jun. 17th, 2006|12:03 am] |
Ms. jones taught me english, but I think I just shot her son
Cause he owed me money, with a bullet in the chest you cannot run
Now hes bleeding in a vacant lot
The one in the summer where we used to smoke pot
I guess I didnt mean it
But man you shoulda seen it
His flesh explode
Slow motion
See me let go
We tend to die young
Slow motion
See me let go
What a brother knows
Slow motion
See me let go
Now the cops will get me
But girl, if you would let me
Ill take your pants off
I gotta a little bit of blow
We could both get off
Later bathing in the afterglow
Two lines of coke Id cut with draino
And her nose starts to bleed
A most beautiful ruby red
Slow motion
See me let go
Well remember these days
Slow motion
See me let go
Urban life decays
Slow motion
See me let go
And at home
My sisters eating paint chips again
Maybe thats why shes insane
I shut the door to her moaning
And I shoot smack in my vains
And wouldnt you
See my neighbors beating his wife
Because he hates his life
Theres an arc to his fist as he swings
Oh man, what a beautiful thing
And death slides close to me
Wont grow old to be
A junkie wine-o creep
Hollywood glamourized my wrath
Im the young urban psyco path
I encite murder for your entertainment
Cause I needed the money
Whats your excuse?
The jokes on you |
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[Jun. 14th, 2006|09:45 pm] |
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Does anyone besides Colleen care about marsupials? They're completely unproductive and rather esoteric in my opinion. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2006|12:59 am] |
I havn't missed another human being for as long as i can remember. Longing to see someone again is not a feeling i'm familiar with nor particularly fond of.
I want Sophia to come home. |
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[Jun. 10th, 2006|12:36 am] |
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Can I geta' break god? just this once? |
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| fox three splash one |
[Jun. 9th, 2006|12:48 am] |
That worthless fuck Al-Zarqawi was eleminated today in a surgical air strike on a safehouse in which he was staying. 7 Other top ranking Al Queda lieutenants were killed along with Al Zarqawi. If being personally responsible for the deaths of countless american and iraqi citizens doesn't make you a monster, video taping yourself beheading an american contractor with a dull knife certainly does. He got served devine retribution from the skies in the form of a 500 lb. bomb on his front porch. All I have to say is splash one for the red white and blue biotch!!
OORAH! |
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| R.I.P Emily |
[Jun. 2nd, 2006|10:06 pm] |
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Well I've got a major lump on my head, my wrist is more than likely sprained, my elbow hurts like hell, and i threw my back out again. But the good news is i'm still alive. The bad new is Emily is totaled.
I was driving to work around 5 o'clock. I was traveling down Douglas in heavy traffic, thus is was not speeding.... merely going the speed limit minding my own business. The bitch in the car in front of me decided in a VERY short period of time that instead of goin straight she wanted to turn into Windward. She abrubtly slammed on her breaks and the rest is history. I slammed my breaks but they locked and i slid into er going probably 40 miles per hour. Luckly Emily was a tank. Her front end was smashed beyond all recognition, but it still sliced through the fiberglass rear end of the SUV in front of me like butter. I hit my head on the steering wheel and blacked out for about a minute.
When I came to I crutched the car to the side of the road, put it in neutural and pushed it to the curb. called 911 and got an ambulance and police on route. Me and the other driver were shaken, bruised, and beaten, but everyone survived.
Thus my car is dead. The beautiful mustang that i have put so many years of my life into building is no more.
It was fun for the short time it lasted.
Rest in pieces Emily. |
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| BAD DAY |
[May. 24th, 2006|12:00 am] |
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Today was definately one of those days. I woke up and got ready for work which i might add was a complete nightmare in every sense of the word. It was very slow, we had no customers, and i got absolutely nothing accomplished.
Randy has been talking about cuts recently and a possible re-staff of the restraunt, meaning my ass is on the line and i'm gonna have to work my ass off overtime if i wanna keep my job.
the power steering conduit fell off the bottom of my car this afternoon, and i didn't really realize it until i found a big puddle of poer steering fluid underneath the car.
for the love of god someone put me out of my misery. |
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| Alls well |
[May. 17th, 2006|12:55 am] |
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It may be the sad fact that i'm working 68 hours this week. But i have too say life couldn't be better. Sophia gives me something to look forward to at the end of every day. |
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